1. A Perfect Thunderstorm


    Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Incest, Author: ChantalXXX, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    "The most perfect thunderstorm." I said out loud to myself, sipping a predawn cup of coffee. One of the advantages of a three story home on a hill outside of town is a great view out over the lake. I had not built the house, buying it cheap in foreclosure from the bank instead, but the designer had thoughtfully included a front wall on the top floor made entirely out of glass. "It must be incredible to have sex in front of those windows, lit by lightning." I turned, startled to hear another voice. "The thunder woke me up and I needed my Daddy," my daughter giggled. I guessed that she had padded quietly up the stairs, perhaps not realizing that I was awake already, watching the storm. As a little girl, she had loved to climb into bed with her mother and I for comfort during a storm. Now she was 24, almost 25, home for the summer before heading off to grad school. The thought that this independent intelligent science major needed protection from a storm made me guffaw. "You're no longer seven- and Mommy is no longer here to sleep between us." "You know I always liked the middle best," she teased back. Just then another flash illuminated the room. I saw her long hair loose over her shoulders, tousled by sleep. She was wearing a flimsy tank top and boxers for sleeping comfort in the heat- the downside of the big house being that air conditioning was impractical. Those shoulders were tanned from a summer spent outdoors. Her biceps bulged with athletic muscle, her long legs were ...
    just as tan; her belly was flat, peaking out between the bottom of the top and the waist of the shorts. I noticed that it was just as tan, and that a teeny jewel winked at my from her navel. The fabric covered her chest, but was snug against skin. She had perfect breasts, like two half grapefruit, big enough to scream "I am woman", firm enough to stand proud without assistance from a bra. I felt my cheeks blush warm as I realized that I was checking out my young adult daughter's tits. I became more confused when I found myself noting that her headlights seemed to be on. "It doesn't matter, because I'm not in bed," I finally managed to stammer, sipping my coffee in an effort to calm, my nerves. Instead, I choked on the hot liquid, spewing slightly. That made her laugh, deep from her belly, her flat washboard abs rippling, her tank top gaping to show cleavage. 'No tan lines,' I thought as I tried to turn away, but my eyes stayed locked on the display. 'Must have sunbathed topless while I was off at work.' I suddenly realized that I wished I had been home to watch that, and wondered whether she went just topless or fully nude. Was I missing nubbin points raised to the sun, or those long limbs bare, leading to naked hips, dipping down to a forbidden triangle? My eyes focussed on my daughter's boxers, wishing that they were more see through, so that I could determine whether or not she was shaved bare, or maybe had a nicely trimmed little bikini patch- I knew from watching her ...
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